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"Why, there's another handkersniff—but it isn't mine;
it's red?"
"Oh no, if you please'm; that one belongs to old Mrs.
Rabbit; and it did so smell of onions! I've had to wash
it separately, I can't get out the smell."
"There's another one of mine," said Lucie. |
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